Sera was inside the bar, kept away from the crowd by a table only occupied by himself. He was drinking a club soda. He had not yet developed a strong taste or liking for alcohol. His mother was not one who approved of him drinking alcohol, especially in his [i]condition[/i]. He stared at the carbonated bubbles bursting as they rose to the top of the drink. 

He made a small smile. Ever since he was a little boy he loved watching the bubbles pop. He might as well looked like he were drinking alcohol, the way he gazed at his drink, with some sort of anticipation. 

Sera took a sip from the straw in his drink. He did not trust the cleanliness of the glass. His mother did not either. In fact, she had been the one to make him so paranoid. The last thing he needed was to get sick from a drink at the bar. At times, he had gotten sick and switched through sweat of fever into his wolf form, unable to become human until his health inclined.

Sera was wearing a button down shirt with a sweater over it. His clothes seemed rugged, though clean--just overly worn. His mother was a bit of a Muscovite and reigned over him, even at age 21. However, wearing clothes that looked repetitively starch seemed to wear on Sera's emotions. He enjoyed the comfy, almost-grunge-like appearance. He also kept his brunette hair long, to seem a tad bit more rebellious. 

It was not that he wanted to be more rebellious, or a werewolf for that matter, but life was how life is. There really was not much he could do. His mother was convinced otherwise, but he knew better. Or, maybe he had just lost hope in ever being able to live what his mother referred to as "a normal life." The more he attended these "bar outings," the more he started to feel comfortable with what life had given him.

Prior to his adulthood, his mother seemed to have sheltered him and tried to keep him from the clan. His father interceded much, but now, he was actually starting to feel a bond--though, he was still rather shy, hence, why he sat away from the bar, alone...

But maybe today, he would try to be a bit friendlier. He was not sure what that was to entail. He sipped at his club soda, again, after glancing at the bar, noticing Ashlyn's arrival. She looked pretty. He felt embarrassed for himself. What a stupid thing to think. Although, he always thought of his mother as beautiful, but that may have just been the way he was reared.

He continued to look at the carbonation of the drink from which he was sipping. Maybe, today was not a good day to interact too heavily. At least, he made some sort of appearance.